I AM SOMETIMES IN A PLACE, A DIMENSION , THAT I DON'T RECOGNIZE AND DON'T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO FIND A EXIT; I SAY "A" EXIT AND NOT "AN" EXIT BECAUSE I AM IN A PLACE I DON'T RECOGNIZE NOR UNDERSTAND

ode to a Berserker; perhaps a lament

I'm working with but 

haven't perfected, not yet

grand, sweeping, overwhelming emotions

irritable, restless, and discontent.

when a young man

was I required to be 

muscular and lean

no I could still have some affection of

my sisters and mothers

 I could have made things

fabricated a woolen cap

threaded  beads 

fabricated a useful flask

from some sort of sow

some dead mammals pouch

a brush, a comb, 

a looking stone

hell I coulda made some

i could have cast rings

and assorted decorative things; 

hung up rabbits, squirrels,

feathery or scaly things

let them expire

let their last breath 

whisper to mother earth

then be still and dry 

and be gobbles for my mother

my sister and brother

my bairns

and assorted 4 legged furry friends.

not tall, nor wide

though my 

biceps big as your thighs

so I've been told

"hey man hows cum your arms are so big"

these muscles just a venue

not the final prize

not an end in themselves

 look at me

ask how is it my arms,

biceps came to be this size

viking blood

red meat and drink and 

what?

lots of drink and red meat,

lack of focus,
general mayhem,

kernel of honor

tiny bit of respect

and a healthy workout routine
you bet -

throttle, kill, crush 

and destroy.

lift, overthrow, cleave,

hammer, bash, 

squish em like a fookin bug

then repeat

my heart is pure

mostly pure

depends on the humidity

and other factors with 

which I disagree.